(i)
a satellite jetty made of bones
hangs over the cosmic ocean
where we sit, skipping stones

fish and loaves
on a depleted, noxious ocean
                      water and wine
                        in a time of drought

salient geometric oscillations
joining puzzle piece limbs
let me, in full stride (come inside)
where we find that seamlessly spikes
and curves, collide

tentative tentacles
prune flowerbeds
in gardens among foxes
beauty haunts, lingering

penetrating as the sound 
of a wounded hound

gothic tattoo reflections
shimmer above skull shrines
on those polar nights

  (ii)

she stellifies
above rubble jenga

he stargazes
from a fools tower

king and queen
of supernova kingdom

(iii)
dandelion narcolepsy
spreads like rice fields
in open plain season

corset unwinds
to breasts divine

hands juggle
strumming a spine

she is forever
endless and enrobed
in sailor made knots
and tailormade ink blots

closed galactic streets
meet in a runway solstice
where i sit, waiting to kiss her feet